The end of curfew

Yesterday was the last day when the curfew in the Netherlands still had its power. Our friend Theo Langason wrote a poem inspired by the pictures of empty past-curfew streets from a few weeks ago (taken by Alborz Sahebdivani).

Have a read:

I have been told much this year
of loss and its long arms
felt it too
reaching across oceans
winding through streets
around corners
knocking on our doors and windows

even the smallest apartment has an echo
when it is empty

I think of bodies water
rivers in reverse
wells run dry

the earth is
mostly water and
so are we

each of us
a lonely planet
bathed in darkness
eyes fixed on distant stars
long-dead stars

I think of our bodies
full up with grief and
pain and grief and
somehow still finding room
for joy and laughter and
hope and
all that water

mostly water

each of us
a body of water
rivers in reverse
wells run dry
winding through streets
around corners
knocking on our doors and windows

hoping one day
this grief this dark
this empty will end

we’ve grown tired of
echos and ripples and
the proof of distance

hoping one day to
return to the source
puddles to the ocean
bodies to other bodies
soon

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